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The Black Dinosaur - Prince Yahaya aka TheLyvingStone

I am a black dinosaur who speaks of love A young black man who bleedsThrough the liberty of a doveI was discovered on a mountain leaf Alphajato by the wind Hidden in the garden in a womb of an angelMy love is a struggle invented by the rectangle of dusty bonesAs my eyes walk with the tongues of my heart's oceanWaving flags of my freedomI am the color red in the midst of a rainbowSpinning truth in a muted voice of unspoken Verses of the lung of a NegroI am the pregnant, impregnated by the star called virginsas a man. Do you smell a forest in my hand? I am the faceless lion on top of Mount ZionCharming god's three most beautiful senses spitting heavenly fireAs they wonder what they desire of me I am a vessel cut from the testicles of drunken devilsHit by the sling shorts of ten billion cripplesBut I still stand tall in the garden of knives flowing onThe wings of smoky vapors like the river snake wishfulI am a woven trigger thou shall not kill I'm not a killerOppressors of my kidney thou shall speak highly of meI am the ejaculated sperm in your veinsFiring breast milk of wisdom in your garlicbrainI am that NegroI am that NegroMy life is authored by KilimanjaroAs I play chess in the skin of airflow I am that lightening that flashes three timesThat valued all that was nothing my spirit takes flight to VenusAnd blinds its keeper OsirisMy spirit is talking about freedomFreedom My eyes state of mind did not create potato politiciansNot until you listen to Plato from the ceiling of the sky for his wisdomCitizens of mars will not recognize criminalized leadersI am reality my reality went insane and I saw NkrumahHe was blessing my foreheadWith Mother GhanaI am that Negro who lets the number zero define me My bones have been crowned with the light of evilThat is my brother the eagleSo I take an hour in my past death and widen the circumferenceofmyintellectAnd I escape this brain incubatorYou see, politicians play our souls like instruments And use our tongue beats as election elements And their pealing souls melts into rodentsNow, black on black slavery plays upon my backbone like broken drumsI am the child who drums the 99 heavens with my backhands I am the black dinosaur